See, most of my life I never had shitI felt like an outcast, treated like a misfitDamn near didn't make it on my day of birthThinking was I really supposed to be on this planet earthI take a deep breath, and then another follows'cause hardship is kinda hard to swallowSee, it's rough bein a lonerNot knowin any given day and time I could wind up a gonerSee, people got it bad from jump streetAnd bein short is just another strike against meI used to get funny looks 'cause I was smallAnd tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wallGiven the odds I was up against, broThe average nigga woulda quit a long time agoBut now I've got a record outI'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it outNow I'm the spice around townIt's funny how an album can change a nigga's life aroundI got friends and bitches on my dickBut when they look at Richard all they see is BushwickSometimes I don't know a friend from a foeAnd every different day it's a different fuckin hoeAnd now that my pockets are gettin biggerI'm meetin hoes who only want to juice a niggaThey tell me that they love me and all thatBut really they just wait for me to fall flatSo they can get me for my incomeTake me for all I got, and then someLike Trina, you digI fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kidKnowin that she used the baby to use meTook him out my life, mentally abusin meBut as the time went by I got another slimmyAnd she was just like the first one screamin gimmeBut not in the exact same wayShe had a different type of game she liked to playHer name was Crystal, she played the quiet typeAnd for a little while shit seemed alrightBut just like the first hoe, homieWhen shit got hectic the bitch broke out on meAnd it's gettin outta hand, gee'cause nobody seems to understand meReminiscin got me feelin kinda lowI broke out the Ever-Clear and then I drunk some mo'Until it was all goneNow I'm lookin for somebody to take my pain out onBut not just anybody, geeI'ma take that on to Mica 'cause she's the closest to meFull of that Ever-Clear and high on that buddahGet to the house all I'm thinkin bout is shootin her'cause shootin her would be sweetBut you know what'd be sweeter? if I make her shootin meCall me crazy, but that's what I'm thinkinI'm trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkinBut I knew she wouldn't do it on her own, so I provoked herPunched her, kicked her, and chocked herShe still wouldn't grab the gunAnd at that time I wasn't thinkin about no oneDamn near crazy I went and grabbed the babyHeld him by the door and said i'ma throw his ass out, hoeShe went to cryin, somebody stop himI said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or i'ma drop himShe snatched the baby out of my handsWe started fighting, punching, scratching, and bitingWhen we fell on the bed, check this shitAll kinds of crazy shit was goin through my headSo I ran and got the gun and came back to herLoaded it up and handed the gat to herI grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscleShe screamed stop and then we broke into another tussleYo, durin the fight the gun went off quickDamn! aw shit, I'm hit(Aw... my eye, I can't seeWhy you shot me in the eye?I woulda shot you in the bodyWhy you shot me in the eye?)Ridin in the ambulance everything is hecticI can't get a grip, I just can't check thisEverybody's cryin, could it be I'm dyinBullet in my head, in the bed was lyinWhere's Mica? I want to tell her I love herWith an [ ] in my arm I took a picture for an album coverGoddamn, the shit's a trip, geeFive different doctors with needles tryin to stick meI hear my family hollerin he needs usDurin the confusion, man, I seen jesusMy mom's on the phone long-distance from New YorkHere comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apartI got a monkey on my back, I can't shake itI'm havin suicidal thoughts hopin that I don't make itBut I'ma make it 'cause something's steady urgin meFive hours passed, I made it through surgeryAnd the doctor said I wouldn't make it through the nightBut god told me everything is gonna be alrightAnd I'm glad that I'm here, geeBut it's fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearlyAw man, I made itI made itAnd everyone gets to hear my storyI made itBut don't try this at your homeLearn from my mistakesKick the beat in, Bido